A/N I think Les Amis would definitely be in the DA... (Just a one shot from Grantaire's perspective.)

warning for swearing further down. (It's Grantaire)

Enjolras might be a bit ooc but he is in shock from having to write in his own blood for hours...

I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER OR LES MISERABLES. I JUST LIKE PLAYING IN THEIR UNIVERSES.

I don't know what I am doing as part of this group of school kids trying to change things and get rid of the pink toad and everything. Only that Courfeyrac promised me free illegal booze and a chance to wind Enjolras up if I went to Potter's meeting with him. I never got the booze but at least I got a chance to pass my NEWT in Defence. Actually my life is going okay for once.

But of course my beautiful idiot has gotten himself a detention for shouting his mouth off about the Lestrange brothers escaping Azkaban. And how corrupt and stupid the government is because they refused to listen to Dumbledore. And how are we supposed to defend ourselves in the outside world without any practical training?

And I get it. I do. It's true. It really is. But shouting his mouth off about it does nothing except get his stupid loyal to a fault Hufflepuff boyfriend (Yes! I know boyfriend!) trying not to get caught stood outside the toad's office at midnight waiting for him to come out.

He emerges and his hand is dripping with blood and I growl softly. So that was what he didn't want me to see was it? I sneak up behind him, making just enough noise for him to hear me and turn around.

"What are you doing R?"

"Waiting for you Apollo."

I take in his soft blond curls all mussed up from running his hand through them, the askew robes with their clear red lining, the bleeding hand cradled in his left. And I love him. And he needs me.

"Come on. Room of Requirement."

I found the room. Back in third year. It became our place. Us and our group of ragtag friends from every house. Because Hogwarts doesn't actively promote house unity. And by Odin I sound like THEM now. But it's the best place. The first place I can think of right now.

The fact that he lets me lead him gently by the wrist is testament to how messed up this woman is. How the corruption and disregard and disrespect have worn my Apollo down.

When we get to the room I see it has provided a couch, a table and a double bed. 'I need something to heal Enjolras.' I think desperately.

And the thing people forget is I actually pay attention sometimes. So when a bowl and a bottle labelled dittany appear on the table I know that the room has yet again furnished my every need.

I pour it in and make him take the bowl and put his hand inside. Instant relief. I can see it in his face.

Now he is healing I have room to be angry. A blood quill?! Seriously? A ministry official in charge of students using a blood quill?!

I am sat on his right and can easily see the words on his hand, scrawled in his own messy handwriting.

"I must show respect."

I say it quietly but he still turns to me with dead eyes. That bitch!

"Amelia Bones at the ministry..."

"Yes?"

"She has a niece in my house. Fifth year. Susan. She goes DA you've probably seen her."

"What about her?"

"She lives with her. Miss Bones is very high up in the ministry and she is fair. Just to a fault."

Enjolras looks at me like...like I am the sun or something. The way I usually look at him.

"Don't look at me like that! I'm not saying I have a cause or anything! But well...blood quills are banned in all civilized communities you know. It might just be enough to get rid of the pink toad once and for all. I could talk to Susan. Ask her to mention it. Picture the evidence..."

He's still looking at me like that!

"I love you!"

"Yeah yeah yeah...I want her gone as much as you lot. More now. Bitch."